Yeah. We was talkin. Its ok. My bed is too filled with pam for sex. Its like a slip and slide of butter product.
i'm almost done photoshopping my face on his wife. it's a done deal
It's like a mixture of two words
"town" and "Im too drunk to spell right now"
People said that when they tried to talk to me I answered that there was a glass around my head stopping me from answering them
Sorry I drunkenly insulted your air mattress last night. You still could have fucked me on it though.
And literally 4loko margaritas are callin my name. They're like "Hey girl come on over here I'll make you forget about grades and boys and it'll be a good idea to send everyone 55 snapchats of your cleavage" ok
I didn't punch him it was just love coming out of my fist
I still regret not being there for your blackout into the dumpster last year
Sorry I got completely naked in your bed, but I feel our friendship has grown because of it.
Hes done the math! Hes calculated how much sex it's going to take to fuck 365 miles. Now thats a little brother im proud of. New resolutions are a go!
your penis is a great and majestic leader among the penises.
I have standards. Maybe not when it comes to men.. but definitely when it comes to sex
Your penis caused this!
Im not as flexible as I once was, but I still managed to get eaten out in the front seat of a hummer behind keddies.
God. Spice Girls is now grocery store demographic. Kill me.
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